During the clean-up process I often come across items that remind me of a fond memory. Every Monday, I’ll spotlight one (or a few) of these items. Today’s item is my old Kerby Bear.
Meet Kerby. He is not exclusive with the love he gives, he just loves. That’s what his pajamas say.
Kerby is my first toy ever. It was given to me by my paternal grandmother at the hospital on the day I was born. She died when I was nine months old, so I don’t remember her at all.
Kerby has since accompanied me on numerous adventures I had as a kid and comforted me when I was in new and strange places (like Canada, the Philippines, and more).
When my sister was born, I thought that she might like to play with Kerby. I used to tease her in her playpen with Kerby. One day she got so annoyed with my teasing that she grabbed Kerby out of my hands and bit off pieces of his nose, as you can see in the picture.
When I moved to college, I brought Kerby with me. But even while in Los Angeles, he didn’t want to get the surgery to fix his nose. I brought him back home to keep my sister company. Today, we reunited. And it feels so good.